In an arrested silence, We plead to our insane gods,
And their voices in our heads, Like the silence in the woods,
To stop appeasing man
And his cruel culture of global economic domination.
The balance remains between That which is sought by the few,
PROFIT, And that which is sought by the most, PEACE.
Staring through funnels Of our contempory state of political affairs,
It\'s disparaging and demotivating to see
An isolated consumption addicted society
Not realise the potency of its silence
To its well self-guarded establishments.
People, it\'s your dollars that pay for the bombs
That are killing our chances for survival
In the years to maybe not come.